Book Review ~ Celebrity Feuds!: The Cattiest Rows, Spats, and Tiffs Ever Recorded by Boze Hadleigh

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Celebrity Feuds! dishes the dirt with in-depth stories of every word uttered, letter written, or fist swung from the cantankerous stars’ first calamitous encounters to their deathbed declarations. Exposing the shocking tactics of the most bitter rivals in the entertainment industry and the vindictive, unseen ire of our favorite stars, this book reveals Hollywood with all its claws bared.

I love reading books about arguments. Why? Because I’m not the one arguing. Heh, heh. That said, this one was a tad of an eye-opener. I knew about some of the feuds, but not all. I’d heard all about the Bette Davis-Joan Crawford one. Who hasn’t? There’s even a television series about it. But like the TV show, this isn’t the last word on their disagreement. They didn’t hate each other, but didn’t love each other, either. It was still neat to read about it. Then there was the series of disagreements between Shirley MacLaine and Warren Beatty. Hey, siblings fight, too.

This isn’t the most informative book. There are spots that are rather glossed over, but if you want an afternoon read about many people in Old Hollywood, then this is a good bet. If you’re wanting to know more than surface stuff about the players, then keep looking.

@MeganSlayer ‘s Wednesday Book Review ~ The Ice Cream Blonde: The Whirlwind Life and Mysterious Death of Screwball Comedienne Thelma Todd by Michelle Morgan

Every so often, I’ll post about books I’ve read. Mostly these aren’t in my writing genre. Why? Everyone needs a break and to read for pleasure. This is one of those reviews. I’m a sucker for old Hollywood bios and this one was no different.

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A beloBLONDEved film comedienne who worked alongside the Marx Brothers, Laurel and Hardy, and dozens of others, Thelma Todd was a rare Golden Age star who successfully crossed over from silent films to talkies. This authoritative new biography traces Todd’s life from a vivacious little girl who tried to assuage her parents’ grief over her brother’s death, to an aspiring teacher turned reluctant beauty queen, to an outspoken movie starlet and restaurateur.

Increasingly disenchanted with Hollywood, in 1934 Todd opened Thelma Todd’s Sidewalk Café, a hot spot that attracted fans, tourists, and celebrities. Despite success in film and business, privately the beautiful actress was having a difficult year–receiving disturbing threats from a stranger known as the Ace and having her home ransacked–when she was found dead in a garage near her café. An inquest concluded that her death, at age just twenty-nine, was accidental, but in a thorough new investigation that draws on interviews, photographs, documents, and extortion notes–much of these not previously available to the public–Michelle Morgan offers a compelling new theory, suggesting the sequence of events on the night of her death and arguing what many people have long suspected: that Thelma was murdered.

But by whom?

The suspects include Thelma’s movie-director lover, her would-be-gangster ex-husband, and the thugs who were pressuring her to install gaming tables in her popular café–including a new, never-before-named mobster. This fresh examination on the eightieth anniversary of the star’s death is sure to interest any fan of Thelma Todd, of Hollywood’s Golden Age, or of gripping real-life murder mysteries.

I’ve always loved the work of Thelma Todd. She’s a riot on screen and one of the gems Hollywood didn’t get to use nearly enough. When I saw this biography was available, I had to read it.

The author did her homework on Todd. I not only loved Todd more, I respected her as a person and businesswoman. Oh, sure. She had her moments, but who doesn’t?

The writing flowed well. Once I started the book, I couldn’t put it down. Nope. I had to know how it would end–okay, I knew…, but I wanted to see how the author put her spin on telling the tale.

My one quibble with the book was the author’s tendency to add speculation into the writing. No one knows exactly how Todd died. There are theories and she did suffer from carbon monoxide poisoning, but how she got there…it seemed like the author spent more time wondering than finding more information. Still, it was a good read and I’m glad I did.

I Love My Library by @WendiZwaduk #celebratelibraries

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Originally posted at: http://www.readersentertainment.com/blog/2017/why-i-love-my-li…hor-wendi-zwaduk/

Libraries have been an integral part of my life pretty much as long as I can remember. Going to the library when I was a kid was a treat. We tried to keep our trips—anywhere—to a minimum, but the library was within walking distance. My mother made sure we went. If there was a summer reading program, we took part. If I’d have had my way, I would’ve had my first job at the library. The smell of the books and the feel of the cards in the card catalogue are something I’ll never forget.

When I was in the sixth grade, I took part in the summer reading program. I don’t remember what made me want to, other than I liked the competition of trying to read as many books as I could. But one different part of this particular summer reading situation was a competition. Not just who can read the most books, but it involved creating a project/diorama/or however your imagination ran. I remember my mother had no idea I was even thinking about taking part. She knew I was doing the program, but to go to that next step? I figured…why not? So I created a diorama for a Baby-Sitters Club book about a wedding. I created a wedding scene and turned the thing in. That’s the last I thought about it. I just wanted my artwork posted at the library. I don’t know what the criteria happened to be for the contest, but my little paper wedding scene was chosen as a winner and I ended up on the local television station to talk about it.

This event fostered a different kind of love for my library. It showed me the power of words and pictures. I could take my interpretation of a book and run with it. I’d like to think this was part of my early training to be a writer. I loved the freedom to go to the library, find a book and lose myself in it and if I so desired, I could create art to go along with it.

Another thing I love about my library is the people. Back when I entered that contest, the children’s department head was a lady by the name of Mary Court. She reminded me of the grandma figures in most kid books. The lady with the warm smile, the happy attitude and the one who ready the books out loud. I guarantee if she hadn’t been so nice, I probably wouldn’t have hung out at the library so much. In my local library, I made a close friend. Melissa Mallinak has been so instrumental in my writing career. How? She helped me get my books on the physical shelves, but the virtual ones, too. Plus, she’s a friend. She genuinely cares about the library, patrons and the experience. When I visit, we spend a lot of time talking and having fun.

Without experiences like the summer reading program and people like Mary and Melissa, my writing career wouldn’t be the same. I owe a lot to my library and those wonderful books.

When the Idea Comes Alive by @MeganSlayer #ideas #writers #PNR

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Originally posted on the Paranormal Romantics Blog: http://paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/2017/03/when-idea-comes-alive-by-meganslayer.html

Sometimes I wonder what the next story will be. I know that sounds crazy. Aren’t authors supposed to have characters talking all of the time? Usually, that’s correct. Most often, I can’t keep a notebook close enough of a pen full because I’m scrawling information down. I can see a music video or a sequence at the store and an idea shows up. It’s fun. 

But every so often, I’m in a lull. No one’s talking and nothing’s happening. I call it my time to recharge my brain. Hey, sometimes I need to. 

So while I was sitting here trying to decide what to write about and being mildly puzzled… I had an idea. Actually, I’d been thinking about my local library. I was given the opportunity to write a short piece about why I love my library. Now you’re probably wondering why I mentioned the library. Simple. The library and this post (Yep, this one) inspired me. 

I used to love going to my local library (a bigger one than the one where I live now) and wondered what would happen if the furniture came to life. What if the paintings could talk or the books could, too? What would it be like to be in that world. Kind of a cross between Beauty and the Beast and Alice in Wonderland. When you walk in, you don’t know who the librarians will be that day or what the books will tell you. It’s a mystery! Could be Alexander the Great talking about his conquests while the statue of birds flies around the rafters.  I don’t know about you, but I’m certainly putting this idea on the back burner and letting it simmer a while. 

What about you? Have you ever had a whiz-banger of an idea? Or one that won’t leave you alone? I’d love to know. You don’t have to disclose the idea, but maybe the how and why. 🙂

Why I Love My Library ~ Carrying Books, The Badge of Honor by @MeganSlayer

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Originally posted at The Romance Studio: https://wp.me/p8f7P3-14Y

I love the library. I don’t know too many authors who don’t. There’s something magical about being surrounded by books. Of course, I’d love for the library to be mine. I mean…lots of books and all the time in the world to play with them…sign me up. Finding a new author or new adventure is one of my favorite things.

But since April is Love Your Library month, I wanted to share a story about my love for my library.

When I was in high school, we used to get what seemed like a paper a month to write. Now I never minded writing papers, but back then I didn’t have a computer, so that meant typing on the old typewriter. Also, I wasn’t the greatest typist back then. I somehow managed to squeak through my high school career without taking a typing course. Remember those? Yeah, I never took one. I think I was too busy hanging out in the art room and they might have changed the requirements so I got out of it. I don’t remember.

What I do remember was having to go to the library, quite voluntarily, to hunt up books for the papers. I’d spend as long as I could at the card catalog. I loved the smell and the feel of the cards. It was an adventure. Find the info and hunt down the book. I had an idea of what I’d be finding, but then there was the discovery of the info inside. I’d hunt down the book and usually sit in the aisle to give the book a cursory read.

Now the thing about me that used to drive my classmates crazy was my insane ability to drag most of those books with me to school. I’d have stacks as high as I could carry of my books. I’d claim I was reading them–which I probably was when I had free time–but it was also a bizarre status symbol. I guess I was just that loony that I wanted everyone to know I had these books and was doing my work. Yep, I was a nerd or a geek…whichever…in school. I liked to learn (still do) and didn’t mind the work. That’s why I loved the library. I could escape to the library and do what I loved–learn.

What about you? Do you love the library? What’s you favorite section? Mine’s the biography and romance sections, although I’m partial to mysteries, too. Do you miss the card catalog–the one with the actual cards? Or are you partial to the computer search? I’d love to know.

Now a little bit about my latest release, Bed of My Truck.

Bed of My Truck by Megan Slayer 

Publisher: Smashwords, Inc. / Megan Slayer Publications

ISBN: 9781370970513

Contemporary

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking

Can he have the house, the dog and the lover of his dreams or will it all fall apart right before his eyes?

The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.

Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog.  Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office.

But, the surprises just keep coming.

Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated. When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.

Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex. This book has been re-edited and re-issued in this edition.

Search Terms: explicit, spanking, masturbation, dogs, pets, dirty talk, oral sex, reunited, artist, medical personnel

Available now at major retailers where ebooks are sold.

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Begin Again by @MeganSlayer ~ Have You Read It Yet? #readinglist #suggestion

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A Take a Pause Story

By Megan Slayer

Contemporary, LGBTQ

M/M, anal sex, Masturbation

Novella (85 pages)

 

Taking a pause just might be the cure for his broken heart.

Denver Chalmers thought his world completely collapsed when his twin brother, Deiken, committed suicide. Instead of succumbing to the depression, he took a long breath and kept pushing forward with his life. But he’s not really living. Will a chance meeting at the cemetery be the first step toward his salvation?

Jett Dawson shared Denver’s view of the world. Deiken had been his everything, but their seemingly perfect relationship hid a multitude of problems. Jett won’t forget about his past, but he’s ready to move forward. He’s always had a crush on Denver and although he’s been told its wrong, he wants Denver in his life on a romantic level. Will their common ground and mutual desire lead to disaster or something they both need?

 

Available from MLR Press

http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSBAGAIN

And from Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Begin-Again-Take-Pause-Book-ebook/dp/B01GIPXP70/?_encoding=UTF8&tag=mp0def-20

And from AllRomance Ebooks

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-beginagain-2052503-149.html

 

Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Footsteps crunched on the dry grass. He glanced over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d expected to see his ex-boyfriend Mike. Maybe they weren’t good together, but Mike had a way of knowing when Denver was low. He focused on the person walking up to him.

This wasn’t Mike.

Recognition swept over him. He knew the man. Jett Dawson, Deiken’s partner.

Oh shit. The last time he’d spoken to Jett, they’d argued. Jett screamed at him and he’d called Jett an asshole. Back then, he hadn’t known the score and blamed Jett for his brother’s passing. Now he knew better.

The guilt came rushing back to Denver. He wasn’t sure what to say to his twin’s partner.

“Denver.” Jett stopped beside him.

“Jett.” He wanted to be cool and not lose his temper. Deiken’s actions were his own–not Jett’s fault. Besides, Denver had blown his chances at conversation in the past. How did he know now would be different?

“I miss him,” Jett said. He stuffed his hands into his board short’s pockets. “It’s not the same at the plant without him.”

“I bet.” He turned his attention to Jett, but didn’t really see him.

“I come here a lot. I must miss you, since this is the first time I’ve run into you in six months.” Jett sighed, then faced away from the grave. “Can–can we talk? Not exchange pleasantries, but really talk? Not here.”

Denver paused. This could end up therapeutic or really bad. They tended to argue, not talk. But still. If Jett needed someone, he’d try to be there. “I’ve got coffee at the house and it’s quiet. Or lemonade.” He’d always been attracted to Jett, but never said anything because of Deiken. Jett wanted his brother, not him. Then Deiken passed and the argument happened. He doubted once he and Jett talked that Jett would have much to do with him, but he’d give the conversation a shot.

“Coffee or lemonade sounds good.” Jett rocked on his feet. “Really good.”

“Want a minute alone with Deik? I can head to the farm and start the coffee.” Truth be told, he simply needed some separation from his brother’s partner.

“I’m good. I’ve talked to him so many times. Not just here. We talk at the office, the apartment and when I run.” Jett chuckled. “I bet he’s tired of hearing from me.”

“Nah. He loved you.” Denver knew that down to his soul. Deiken always discussed Jett and their life together. “You were his world.”

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.” Jett started away from Denver, then paused. “Let’s go to the farm. I know the way.”